Signora

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In the shadows all my time
I've been searching

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Hello, I am OOC Name here I've been rping for Years here My favorite song is Song here and my favorite hobby is Hobby here I am Your age here.

I feel I going down and so disconnected
I know that I am haunted to be wanted

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Name: Signora
Breed: MustangxQuarter Horse
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Height(In hands): 15hh
Color: black, white (mane and tail)
Color Genetics:
Personality: gentle, sweet, fun loving, loyal, courageous, bashful, and shy, these are just some of the words to describe the colorful personality of Signora. When alone, she is gentle, sweet, sometimes shy and bashful but usually up for anything. Her smile gets her places, and although some may take advantage of her shyness, most will take it as flattery. She may forage deep friendships and bonds with both mate, and foals, but don't take her lightly, either when she is attacking, or defending, she does so fiercely and without holding back. You might say this is one horse that will always keep her friends and family close, but will always keep her enemies closer...
History: She had a cruel father. Her father was very impatient and always blame her for her mothers death in birth. She had one older brother that ran away as soon as he was able to leave, she never knew what happened to him. She stayed behind to help, but was once left alone when her friends left her out in the middle of the woods for 2 days, she forgave them because they were only foals then, but it still left a deep wound for her. When she left, her father had died of a sickness which left her relieved.

I've been living
For tomorrows all my life

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Likes: stallions, flirting, gentile rainshowers, wind
Dislikes: clingy stallions, prissy mares, storms, snakes
Strengths: talking-loves to talk, flirting- knows what the guys like, positive- always positive
Weaknesses: staying still- ADHD, Paying attention- ADD, easily bossed around- she'll do whatever you tell her

That i must learn to kill before i can feel safe
I rather kill myself then turn into their slave

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Other Characters you play: none
Referred By: none
Sample Post: this is from a different site, is that ok?

Coarse pads pressed firmly into the luscious terrain, inflicting an indention upon the mossy earth. Shoulders rolled forward smoothly beneath a glossy harlequin pelt as a rather massive canine strode through the region, his tail remaining at a relaxed position at his hocks. All was silent besides the occasional chirp of a nearby songbird, searching for other aviaries to comfort it in it’s loneliness. Pitiful. One should’ve rely on others for company and comfort. Attachments were weaknesses. If you were unable to survive on your own, you wouldn’t survive for long. Glacial irises shined brilliantly in the radiance, the chilling hue contrasting charismatically with his pelt. Achilles had been walking for a while now, his nostrils twitching occasionally, inhaling the scents and letting his brain sort them out expertly. The stale scents of canines was examined then passed to the back of his mind in case he ran into a canine who owned the distinct scent. A crackle sounded to his right, capturing his full attention immediately. A flash of a dense bushy tail was seen before the creature was gone, it’s petite paws pressing into the brittle bodies of the dead leaves. Deciding against chasing the morsel of meat, he continued to tread onward, the perennial trees parting to reveal an ancient cottage nested snuggled in the thick layer of moss. With his skull tilting at a perplexed angle, the Beauceron sniffed cautiously once before approaching cautiously.

It was only a few short moments until he stood directly in front of the cottage, his gaze trailing apprehensively along the wines which crawled gracefully up the walls, consuming the region. Very little space was free from the vegetation, along with a section of the entryway. The door was open to some extent, the upper hinge cracked and no longer supporting the door, leaving it to sway reflectively noiselessly in the breeze. Pushing his nose through the partly open door, he nudged it aside, causing it to swing open, the lower hinge groaning lightly. Nostrils flared and ears swiveled as he gazed around for a moment silently, checking for any inhabitants. Nothing. Although there were signs that this was the residence of a few creatures. A hint of a nest made of torn cloth, yarn, twigs and feathers was tucked away in a corner near a window, while webs scattered the crevices and holes were carved into the dusty wooden furniture. Not to mention the signs of canine life. Chewed up items, the frequent muddy paw print, tufts of fur and especially the scent. No matter, it seemed like no one was around at the moment. Rolling his shoulders, the brute strode forward fluently, his lower haunches tensing considerably before he launched himself glibly onto a sofa. A thin layer of dust and debris arose before spiraling erratically back to the earth as Achilles dropped to his haunches, his tail resting along the couch.

Allowing his spine to mend with the fabric, he propped up his elbow on the armrest, his forelimbs dangling off the edge. He seemed genuinely relaxed, his ears in a neutral position atop his skull, while his irises took on a distant look as he became lost in his thoughts. Recently, he had joined the ranks of the Lockjaw pack an so far the dogs generally left him be. His threatening and vicious demeanor seemed to give him his own free space. Excellent. His inky lips pulled taut overt his muzzle as his lower jaw slackened, succumbing to a yawn. Inhaling deeply before exhaling the carbons in a massive billow, his tongue curling slightly. Silently shrouded the comfy little region before a crack of a twig sounded from somewhere outside. Muscles twitched, however the canine remained composed, his gaze transfixed on the doorway, awaiting for whomever it was to make themselves known. 'Come out, come out.~" His thoughts rang throughout his skull in a chilling manner as his crystalline gaze tapered so some degree, the ghostly hue intensifying considerably.

This application template was made by Sonya with lyrics from In The Shadows - The Rasmus
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